2,451A/N: Aiming for a double update today since I'm working a massive shift; this, and To Love a Witch a little later. You won't be disappointed.
Would you look at that? Weekly updates!
Amazing what a little feedback can do, eh? Downright miraculous.
Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule for this story, and others.
If folks don't like this, it won't be continued. Meaning that if the story itself ain't popular? POOF! Gone. Completely. I'm working two jobs -might need a third soon!- so I barely have time to write; as such, I cannot afford to write something folks don't enjoy. So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that.
Working nearly all hours of the day keep me absurdly busy, and I can't bring myself to write something folks don't like.
So here I am creating a plot bin for my Elden Ring stuff; it was either that, or create TEN new stories. Nobody wants that.
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I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in this wild world.
Reviews have, and always will be, all I ever receive...
And in the words of Kaif, SPOILERS!
"Huh. Never really had a thing for blonds...
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Consort Thy Name is...?
"Might wanna guard this a little better."
Queen Marika blinked.
Once. Then twice.
Thrice now.
T'was a piece of the Rune of Death he returned to her, that which she'd entrusted to Malekith. Why was it here, and not with her her half-brother. Who knew what one could have done with such a piece? She shuddered to think of the consequences. She'd pried this rune from the Elden Ring long ago, seeking to create a world where life flourished, eternal.
To think it could have been stolen so easily...only to be returned.
And so, envoy of the Greater Will that she was, she turned her gaze toward the young man standing before her.
"Who art thou?" her lips pursed into a thin line. "Where did thoust aqcuire this?"
"Stole it back from someone who took it from your knight." her savior shrugged, head still hidden by that hood. "Wasn't hard. Might wanna discipline your kids better."
Marika's brow drew down. One of her own children? Or Radagon's? Nay, she and Radagon were one and the same. Any child of his was a child of hers, after all.
And then there was this one!
Anyone who could steal into her chambers like a thief in the night was one to be wary of. Perhaps he might be able to assist in her goals. She had made Radagon her consort in Godfrey's absence, for there had been no other choice at the time, but this boy...no, this man, needed to be watched.
"As for me, well...?" the young man looked away, scratching at a whiskered cheek. "I'm no one special. Just helping out." his staff struck the floor once, producing a hollow clang as he turned to depart. "See you around, your queenliness."
That wasn't even a word. What manner of madman was this? Still, he'd done her a great deed. That, if nothing else, demanded a reward.
"Hold." she called out at his back, voice pitched to carry in her open chamber. "I would grant thee a gift for thy service."
"Don't need one." He didn't pause, didn't look back. "Not once. "Be a better parent. That's all I ask."
"You require nothing else?" she lounged atop her bed, one leg crossed over the other.
...nope."
Marika frowned. She was ruler of these lands. There was nothing she could not touch.
Nothing she could not grant, to those who served her.
So why did he defy her?
A/N: There.
Felt good to clear my head like that. Hope you enjoyed it.
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(Previews)
"I wouldn't fight Malenia, big guy. She's a sore loser. You'll suffer a fate worse than death.
Radahn quirked a brow. "Who art thou?"
He tugged up his hood.
...a friend."
...what do you need?"
"A moment of your time, nothing more."
"Yes! Harder!"
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